She Is - 13
Copyright© 2026 by RogueTen
Chapter 1
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A saintly yoga wife, her burned-out "nice guy" husband, and a creepy basement janitor slip into one messed-up loop of lust, guilt and voyeurism. This isn’t about cheating, it’s about something worse: when you suddenly realize it turns you on to see your perfect little world get dragged through the mud – and you don’t want it to stop.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Wimp Husband RAAC DomSub Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Swinging Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Oriental Male White Couple Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Spitting Squirting Voyeurism Public Sex Prostitution
Time runs fast in the City of B! Autumn gave way to winter before anyone noticed, and winter quickly spent its first, most enchanting month. New Year’s is almost here! That is wonderful -- but in the time I was gone, the Tragedian managed to do a great deal of black work. What he has done to my unforgettable Annette! For too many chapters he had free rein over her, imitating my Narrator’s style! Pitiful copycat!
Well then, you and I will now have to deal with the Tragedian’s inheritance. I cannot change everything -- I do not turn water into wine, and I perform no other miracles. But then again, is it not a miracle that I am with you once more? Who knows what other miracles the coming New Year in the City of B may yet give us! Let us begin, my friend, at the very place where you left off with the Tragedian...
Abbas’s cock, firm and powerful, slick with saliva, enters starry Annette from behind, as if filling her with the vulgarity of earthly life!
“Ah!” she moans, pinned between two market men. “Easy, cowboy! Slower! I’m not one of your ... sluts!”
“Yeah, well, no one but you ever got that from me, and I’ve never shared one with a buddy before,” thinks a pleased Abbas. The married beauty’s ass is tight, pleasant, perfect. Abbas begins to slowly fuck Annette from behind. Oh gods, Tragedian, what have you done? What am I reduced to describing now? Rosie has made out best of all: he has Annette’s warmth, access to her BIG breasts, and he does not even have to do any of the work. Oh Annette, my beloved, those low creatures are not worth even your glance, they should not possess you! ... But they do. At the same time.
“What an ass -- I’ve never had one like this,” Abbas says in awe.
“And you never will -- ah, mm -- if you keep talking about women like that, ummm!” Anna shoots back. She still hates hearing that coarse word applied to the body yoga had honed so perfectly. Meanwhile, Abbas’s hard-on slid more and more easily into her ass, forcing Annette to experience strong and rare sensations for her!
Yuri watched it all with pain and with love. Perhaps the strength of love is measured by the strength of suffering. He was wracked by lust and excitement. He had come to stop his beloved -- and instead he was taking pleasure in her fall! One can understand him: even when an angel falls from heaven, it is beautiful, like a shooting star. Especially if you love that angel. I know what I am talking about ... all the time I was parted from my Story, it seemed to me my life had split in two halves: in the first I awaited Annette, in the second I remembered her! And now, even while my heart contracts at the sight of two filthy drifters using her, I am happy I can see her, and I want no other beauty, no other love!
Beside Yuri stood a man filming the shameless spectacle on his phone. Yuri felt something sharp and painfully exquisite in that too -- in the fact that he was standing close by and not stopping them from making porn with his wife, just as earlier he had not stopped his spouse from having group sex with strangers in a filthy jeep.
Meanwhile the three sweating bodies inside the vehicle gulped down the biting winter air. They needed it like breath itself -- even Annette, who no longer had her coat. Heat had engulfed the trio; their bodies seemed on the verge of reaching some dangerous temperature.
Anna dug her fingers into Rosie’s narrow shoulders. Then, twisting a little toward Abbas, she shouted:
“Harder. What are you, a man or a fairy? Maybe men’s backsides would stir more effort in you?!”
She was provoking him on purpose. She knew exactly where to strike. In the world these men came from, the worst insult was the suspicion of weakness or unmanliness. Annette played him like sheet music. He flared up, seized her by the hair, and started brutally pounding her elastic ass with hard anal thrusts.
“Aaa! Aaaa! Aaaa! Aaaaa! Aaaaa!” Anna screamed, drawing more and more eyes toward the pornographic show. Passing shoppers turned their heads toward the sound of a woman’s cries. Wives hissed at husbands staring toward the jeep. Only one husband looked at Anna without obstruction -- Yuri.
“Oh, she’s singing now!” the man beside him laughed. “What sluts these big-city wives are! Back home you’d never see anything like this.”
Yuri thought that perhaps it was true: with another man, Anna might never have become like this. There ought always to be something in a man’s treatment of a woman that resembles the way one treats a child: sometimes you must forbid, sometimes punish -- for her own good. Yuri felt that he had indulged his wife too much. That year after year he himself had been wearing down her moral strength and decency by the way he treated her...
“A whore, yeah,” Yuri said, growing excited at his own words about his wife. “Her husband probably spoiled her.”
“Her husband’s a loser, that’s what the guys said,” the other man smirked. “Gets off on other men having his woman. I wouldn’t even shake a man’s hand if he was like that -- to me he’d be lower than dirt. These rich city people have so much money they don’t even know what to want from life anymore. Soft in the head from comfort. I’ll make a little money and go back home -- that’s where real life is...”
It did not trouble him in the least that while lecturing about moral decay in the city, he himself was filming a video he would later masturbate to in private and upload to a few porn sites. It would even make its way into one city gossip feed before being removed again. The market men had enough trouble with the law already; they did not want any extra attention.
He had understood early in life that morality flatters the weak, but lies down for the strong. So, he condemned everyone except himself.
Annette keeps moaning under Abbas’s now savage assault, sweat pouring off him like mountain streams.
“Ooooh, oooh! Aaah! Ummph! Finally -- aaah -- now you sound like a man! Mm!”
Those are the sounds and words coming from her sexual mouth! How much electricity there is in her! One would think she might set the whole vehicle on fire with sheer human energy.
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